as well as fatigue from the injury had taken a toll, my entire body aching. I could see by the unamused look in the man’s eyes that he’d experienced one of those nights as well.
“I’m sorry, Reese. Who is it?”
“A woman. A very insistent woman.”
I’d had my share of women over the years, including one I thought would remain my life forever. However, I had very few physical reactions when they weren’t in my company. The way my body tingled, my cock immediately twitching was far too telling.
And damning.
The woman had indeed gotten under my skin.
I smiled as I rose to my feet. “Where is she?”
“She insisted on having a drink. She’s at the main bar.” He nodded toward the single security monitor that had been installed in my office. Christopher and Gregory were in charge of security as well as unruly guests. I was merely the money man. However, we all were required to keep an eye on the club at all times.
I shifted my gaze in that direction, barely able to catch a glimpse of the main bar, the camera itself pointed at the entrance. However, I sensed she was there.
Waiting like a good little girl.
While Reese had merely performed his job, one he’d been well trained to do, I bristled. I was cautious about having her seen, although I refused to be pushed out of my life by some asshole. “Perfect. I’ll take it from here.”
“Yes, sir,” he huffed and started to walk away.
“Is there something else, Reese?”
“If I may, sir. She’s a ballbuster. I’d be careful of her if I were you.”
A chuckle slipped past my lips. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
I waited until he left before I eased from around the desk, my hunger swelling to the point of no return. Retrieving the remote, I managed to shift the angle enough that I was able to see the lovely doctor as she waited. Her long blonde hair was swept into a classy bun while the low ‘V’ cut in the back of her dress screamed anything but conservative. My balls tightened from the thought.
While she didn’t seem antsy, I knew how intimidating the club could be initially, especially for women who were unaccustomed to a club tailored to men. I adjusted the cuffs on my shirt and just before I turned away, I noticed that she’d already been approached. A woman of such beauty wouldn’t be alone for long.
An odd sensation of jealousy washed over me as I studied her reaction, the way she swiveled her chair in order to glance into the man’s eyes.
While I didn’t own her, had no right to squelch her activities in the majority of manners, I wanted her to have nothing to do with any of the other members.
I closed and locked my office door, jogging down the stairs to the first floor. When I walked through the private entrance, the same member remained in front of her. Only as I approached did I recognize the head of the National Institutes of Health. I hung back, enough in the shadows that I wasn’t certain she could see me.
But I was able to overhear every word.
“As I’ve already said, while I appreciate the offer, Roger, I’m here by special invitation and I don’t believe the gentleman would be very happy if I abandoned him. In fact, my guess is that your membership would be challenged.”
It was obvious that Sophia had no understanding of this kind of club or any required protocols, but I was pleased at her intolerance of interference. When I approached, Roger seemed surprised that she was my guest.
He was also both annoyed as well as reticent for my approach, although he offered his hand. “Michael. It’s good to see you. It’s been awhile.”
“Dr. Whittaker, yes, it has. How are things going in Bethesda?”
A smirk crossed his face. “Difficult as always. There are always governmental controls on what we do.”
Sophia tensed, her mouth twisting.
“Sad but I’ve heard the great politicians within our beloved city can be a bear to work with. I apologize for my lovely submissive’s intolerance to our rules, Roger. She is very new.”
She twisted her head in my direction, remaining quiet, although I could see insolence building in her beautiful green eyes.
Roger shook his head. “Quite frankly, she is one of the most refreshing women I’ve met in a long time. Spunk I think is the correct word. You have your hands full.”
“I’ve been told that more than once,” I said, laughing, while I kept